Make-shift Temple Square Visit

Sweet Jessica dragged us to a wedding reception in Taylorsville last weekend so her payment to us was a stop at Temple Square. Well we timed it just right and got into downtown at the exact same time as the MoTab Christmas concert got out. Yep, it took us 40 minutes to get from West High to the Temple. To keep myself entertained, I rolled down my window to talk to the people that had been stuck next to us for some time. Their window was down so I felt like I had the right to talk to them. I asked them if they were on a date and Corey and Jessica got embarrassed so they rolled my window up and put the child lock on. Mean. By the time we finally got to Temple Square it was about 10:00pm and 20 degrees.

This is why it became a make-shift visit. We were too cold to see more than a tree or two and then we ran back to the car. But don't worry we had time to snap this gorgeous picture for everyone. On our way home we stopped at delicious Crown Burger to help warm ourselves up. All in all, good trip I suppose. Oh, and momma I get to see you in 3 days!

I guess I have some anxiety about teaching

I am studying History Teaching at BYU and just finished my practicum hours at Oak Canyon Junior High. I was in my dream setting: 7th grade Utah History! No I am not crazy and yes I WANT to teach 7th grade. Moving on. I decided to do an internship rather than student teaching which means I dont have a mentor teacher and I am thrown into the lions den with my own class, having to come up with my own set of rules, and making my own assignments. All of this without a single day by myself in a classroom. I worry daily about how to start my year. What do I say on the first day, how do I introduce myself, are the kids going to hate me right off? What makes my situation worse is that I have never really felt adequate in my capabilities of teaching and content knowledge. I think my dream, I mean NIGHTMARE, is proof of this. Here is what filled my subconscious mind the other night:

It was my first day of teaching and I was assigned to Oak Canyon. I was happy with this because I was familiar with the school and had spent a lot of time there. My classroom was quite nice, except for a giant pillar in the middle of the room. I also had two huge french doors draped in lace that served as the door to my classroom. That was strange. Things were going along fine, especially after I told the students we were going to be dancing in my class and pointed to a huge pile of blue dancing shoes. They were pretty excited. I continued to introduce the course until my cell phone started ringing. It was Mom. Of course I answered it because that is the logical thing today when you are in the middle of teaching a class. I completed zoned out from my students and spent the next who-knows-how-long chatting it up with Sister Belnap. When I got off the phone with her and looked back at my students I realized 3/4 of them were gone! The class was empty except for the sporadically placed student that didn't desert me. I started getting frustrated and confused. Non of my students would answer me when I asked where everyone went. I felt like the teacher on The Christmas Story who wanted to know why Flick didn't come back from recess. Finally after using fear (telling them that their final exam at the end of the class would determine their final grade) to get it out of my students. One girl on the front row told me where they went: to 7-11. I looked out the window and miraculously could see the 7-11 and all my students lined up outside. My biggest worry was that they had to cross the McHuge 6 lane road. I couldn't leave my class to go get them because I feared my remaining students would also leave. The Principal later came walking across the highway with my students, shut my french doors, and locked me in with the kids so they couldn't leave again. Then I heard some PCD waking me up with Buttons. Wew.

When I told this story to my teaching methods class the next day they all thought I was crazy and one blurted out, "Someone is a little insecure about teaching." Yeah no duh Sherlock. Shut up and leave me alone because that isn't going to help me. Ahh. I want to die or at least fast forward my life two years.

Shout Out

I just wanted to give a shout out to My Slut: Hannah Simmons Watkins. Hannah just got engaged and I couldn't be happier for her. She has been dating Tobey for three-freaking-years and they are getting married next summer! I love Hannah probably more than she knows (or is legal). I am glad that we finally got over hating each other and found the love. Thats all folks. I am just really, really happy. And if any of you know Hannah, you should totally get the story on the proposal, it was amazing!

This is Hannah and I when we were 17 at dear old Davis High

Just another manic Sunday

I have been so busy today. So busy, I could scarcely enjoy my sabbath. Its only noon and look how busy I have been. Good thing church isn't until 1pm.

I got up at 9:30am
brushed my teethies
checked the weather online
checked the weather outside (aka I opened my blinds)
filled out some teaching reports while in bed under the covers
talked to my momma on the phone
organized my socks by color
perused my coats to base my outfit off of
checked postsecret
checked the snow report for skiing
did some really amazing blogging

So for the slow minded that didn't catch my little joke that I have wasted all my time this morning, I am sorry you are that dumb. I hate church at 1 o'clock. Who invented that? Its those darn Mormons I tell ya. I sit ... around ... all ... morning ... just waiting for church to arrive. It takes forever. There is no sense in being productive in those hours because you would have to interrupt it with getting ready and being lazy. Boo waiting for church unless someone comes up with a better alternative than the hectic list I just provided.